Epinal, May, 2014. In the old town square, Chapitre district, lunchers sit at pavement cafes, salads and soups, with fizzing drink and conversation – exchanging confessions of no account. Nearby, the Palais de Justice, (its task, imposing rules for fools) gives penance and penalties, and has on its steps, a group of youths. One turns his head and spits. Across the way, the Basilica St-Maurice has worn stone walls that heard many a misdemeanour, and has for ten centuries – imagine that. Stained glass and incense – the weight of forgiveness.